Wait, Before you shackle yourself again. Wait. You lost yourself another friend.
3am dinner in the gutter, curbside Super fried, super sized I’m too tired to drive It’s the sweet sacrifice, Look back on days of glory 23 more hours till I repeat the story.
It’s 6am drives, jackknifed on the shoulder Still high from last night, the miles tend to sober My eyes, stop signs, the miles tend to bore me 23 more hours till I repeat my story
I’ll crash and burn before I start to run again I’ll crash and burn before I start to run again. I’ll crash and burn before I start to run again. I won’t pick up your call; I’ll stay inside instead.